The nights seem endless, As I gaze up Looking at the moon, I began to think, Is this all real? Am I dreaming this? If it so happens that I really am, Then what of my existence? Is that real?
I’m at the end of my rope, As I come closer to insanity, Losing my self to the void inside of me, Clinging to what little light I see. I start to regret, Treading down this path, That only fool takes, Looking back at my past, I feel unfulfilled, Not doing the best I can, Ignoring those around me.
I lock my heart out to those I love, Hoping that I wont drag them in, After all, I want to suffer alone, I keep the madness bottled up, Until it comes out in a rage a fury.
I begin to look at the walls around me, They are covered up in a White fabric, Soft so I don’t try killing myself, Arms strapped around me in a jacket, So I don’t try strangling myself, A gag in my mouth, So I don’t try biting my tongue and bleed to death. On the verge to insanity, I look at the moon, And knew this was the best path, Then all went dark, I’m lost, Deep in the void, I feel… Free
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